Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, it was March, with the weather growing warmer day by day.
The willows were green, and the poplar flowers floated endlessly, beautiful women and scholars by the Luoyue Bridge enjoyed their outings non-stop, admiring the famous flowers, gathering good friends, and the streets were never short of fancy carriages and riders, with their gold saddles vying for the road, decorating Shengjing with a patchwork of reds and greens, a vibrant and beautiful time.
With more people out and about, Chun Shui Sheng was selling well. Lu Tong piled the tea jars into a small tower and placed it at the very front of the wooden table at Renxin Medical Hall, and had Yin Zheng write a piece of calligraphy to hang on the wall behind the table.
Many of the scholars who came to buy the medicine tea would arrive at the medical hall without first noticing the tea, their gazes instead drawn to the calligraphy on the wall.
